Can’t seem to sleep last night even after a cup of self-made Black Russian. People keep inviting me to events that I can’t possibly join, places I can’t possibly go, fun I can’t possibly have.

Sometimes I do want to just have my solitary life. Nobody will make my life seems even more unpleasant.

Economy hasn’t got better in this country down under. It is so stress to think of the fact that I should be in the workforce at my age, earning my own dough to buy my own donuts.

My daily routines continues.. Debugging my program in and out for the entire morning, and later find out another method which I completed in an hour. Welcome to the life of a programmer… frustrated isn’t it?